I need to be more careful with my things

At some point in the last month or so, I apparently broke the filter on my main lens. Sucks, right? Yeah, we’ll, that filter was stuck today when I discovered it as I went to use my camera. I tried, and it wouldn’t budge. I used grippy rubber, and it just laughed at me. I grunted and screamed, heaved and hung my head. That filter would. Not. Fucking. Move.

More after the jump.

Now, normal people go, “hey, there are professionals for just this type of emergency. I’ll pop by the camera shop and see what they can do for me.” I understand that sentiment. Totally sane and rational. I even really like my camera shop guy.

But no. Fuck this filter, fuck the lens, hell, I’ll burn it all to ash rather than give in to a 5mm thick piece of metal. So out came the Dremel and I oh-so-carefully (well, kind of carefully, seeing as I just held it down and went at it, no clamps or nothin’) cut that fucker off. Right into pieces.

It’s a shame, really, that I can’t be rational, that the rational part of my mind just gets shoved in the trunk and gagged while I take a 10,000 rpm grinding wheel to within a milimeter of my $750ish main, favorite lens. But fuck it. Photos of the carnage below. I’m going to nail the little fucker’s pieces to the wall as a warning to any other parts that might consider fucking with me.

Oh, and I’ll lightly oil the next filter’s threads, too. Just a tiny fucking drop of oil, applied with a pin. Because what the fuck.